1. The House In The Cliffs pt.2


    Date: 6/10/2016, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, BDSM, Domination / Submission, Lesbian, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Author: enter_silkman, Source: sexstories.com

    Stood by the door hunched the bloodied figure of Jay, a splinter of wood jutting out from his temple. The seatbelt retracted from around Charlie as Jay let out a piercing roar “ROJO WILL HAVE HIS PRINCESS” He cried, lunging for Charlie. She shimmied across to the passenger seat and lept out of through the door and began to run to the tunnel. She looked around at Jay, staggering confused baack out of the van. She looked back around just in time to notice the tunnel. It was painted on. Like a Roadrunner cartoon. She stared at it in disbelief. “NO! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME!” SHE SCREAMED, desperately looking round for an escape. The hillside was too steep to climb, the only way out was the cliffs or the beach. She ran as fast as she could towards the cliff edge and peered down. The waves below were far from their usual blue, more a dark angry grey, crested with white, crashing into the rocks below. The drop was between 10-20 feet. It was survivable, she thought. She turned back around to see Demon Jay charging towards her, his belly swaying from side to side as he ran. She had one shot. As he lunged towards her, she hit the floor, getting as low as possible. If he made any sort of contact, she’d be gone. She heard a large roar, then a loud distant crack. She peered around. Silence. Just the waves against the cliffs. She tentatively looked over the edge of the cliff. Below she saw the twisted body of Jay, the waves filtering around the outline of his bloodied corpse. She gently ...
    stood up and sighed loudly, before bursting into tears. “WHY WON’T YOU LET ME LEAVE? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?” She screamed at the ocean. As if on command, the waves grew less aggressive, reverting to a gentle lap against the sandy rockface. She sighed again, wiped the tears from her cheek and headed back into the house. The hallway was still covered in glass, pieces of urn, and the bright red powder. She carefully stepped through the mess, up the stairs, leaving a trail of red powder footprints up the stairs. She walked straight into the shower, the energy totally drained from her body. As the warm water hit her body, her knees buckled, she hit the floor and began to weep uncontrollably. She awoke on the floor of the shower room, the warm water still cascading over her, the room full of steam. She stood up cautiously, her knees weak, her body drained and broken. She leant against the wall, turning the large steel knob that controlled the shower off. Blindly fumbling through the steam, she grabbed one of the large white towels hung up, then opened the shower room door. The steam plumed out into the bedroom, then dissipated. Charlie wrapped the towel around her body, and wandered out into the room. The television was on, showing CCTV footage from the house. It showed a video feed of the bar room, the time stamp at the bottom showing it from the night before. She watched as the two men were ravaging her young body, one in her ass, the other in her pussy. Her arms were free however, ...
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